Tit-Chopping - Debreasting Fan Girl Loses her Boobs

Some time ago I got an interesting DM to my Discord. Allow me to paraphrase:

Person: "Are you Bill? The writer? With all those gory tit stories?"

Me: "Yeah, that's me. Are you here to press charges or something?"

Person: "OMG! I've been reading your stories since high school. I love them!"

Me: *gulp* "Um, high school?..."

Person: "I'm in my 20s now, this is legal. Can I send you a photo of my tits?"

Which, to my delight, she did. And, legal concerns addressed, we had some entertaining chats about a range of perverse things. Which ended up with me writing a story about her and her rather ample bust getting into some trouble.

Which, to your soon-to-be-delight, she agreed to have me share.

Now, here's the story. Which, I will mention is unusual for my writing because it's an attempt at first-person perspective. Feel free to chime in with feedback on how well it worked-out.

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"Jen! Jen babe! You and your tiddies!"

Blushing as a brazen voice cuts across the bustle and hubbub of the Bellagio floor, you feel your face go crimson and your service-smile falter as you twitch. The fancy drink you're placing in front of the well-dressed blonde sloshes, spilling slightly, and you gasp in dismay - eyes bolting to the assuredly-furious customer.

...only to find her staring into your decidedly-ample cleavage.

"Um..." The well-dressed blonde at the table remarks, her gaze flicking up from your breasts to your face with a splash of red blossoming in her cheeks as well.

"I-it's no problem ma'am," you half-stammer, sliding her drink towards her and keeping your breasts presented as you hope she doesn't notice you wiping up the spill, "all part of the Vegas experience."

"Did you just spill my drink?" She purrs, your heart sinking as you feel her slide a cool finger along the back of your hand and collect a swipe of her pricey drink.

"Uhhh..." You mutter, not wanting to get in trouble.

"Bring me a little move of that 'Vegas experience' and I'm sure it won't be a problem." She purrs curling a finger at you and giving your cleavage a predatory smile.

Blushing fit to burst you oblige her and lean your chest forward, giving a faint gasp as she slips her moist finger between your breasts and follows it with her tongue.

Your jaw drops and your nipples stiffen as the prim blonde lady buries her face in your cleavage. As her tongue explores your smooth-skinned breasts she cups one of your full globes through your black coctail-server dress and digs a thumbnail into your now-tingling nipple.

Biting a knuckle to keep silent, you glance around in panic and spot your bootylicious black roomie, arms crossed and giving you 'that' look, barely 10 feet away.

"Mmm... I love the service here." The blonde lady purrs, giving your breast a final squeeze before releasing you. "Thank you for the drink," she coos, slipping a nice tip into your cleavage, "I'll be sure to ask for you if I want anything else."

"Oh, uh, um, my pleasure ma'am." You stammer, panicked gaze flicking from the blonde to your dark-skinned roomie.

As the blonde turns back to her company at the table you scramble away with as much dignity as you can muster, giving a sigh of relief as you do.

"Your pleasure? Ha! From the look of your nips it literally was." Your slim roomie chortles, staring at your stiff nipples as they poke at your low-cut top.

"Oh my GOD girl, can you not?" You hiss, grabbing her by one toned arm and pulling her along as you head to go clock out for the evening.

"With my tiny tiddies, I cannot." She teases. "With a pair like yours though, I could absolutely see enjoying some flaunting and titty-play."

Still blushing you can't help but self-consciously feel your full breasts jiggle every step of the way through the busy casino. Are all eyes on your boobs? Maybe only in your head, but... maybe?


***


Purse in-hand, you exit the gorgeous Bellagio casino with your waiting roomie and hit the Vegas Strip.

"Ready to have some fun girl?" Naomi grins, nudging you with her elbow.

"Always! Just, maybe not so loudly at my work?" You reply.

"Ha-ha!" Naomi laughs loudly at your discomfort. "Chill babe, those big tiddies of yours will bail you out of anything you get up to."

You pause, awkwardly, then the both of you burst out laughing as you continue down the strip.

"Ok, ok, so what's up with you coming by my work?" You ask.

"Tix!" Naomi declares with a grin. "Free ones, to that crazy convention that's just hit town!"

"Wait, that... sex one?"

"Bet your big tiddies baby, and you know those ripe puppies are going to get you ALL the attention. So I'm dragging you along so my thicc ass and I can sponge off of you." Naomi laughs, giving her ample ass a resounding smack as she leads you down the strip.

Blushing, you feel self-conscious about your large breasts even as you reflexively thrust the full globes out.

"That's the ticket girl!" Naomi laughs, pulling you close and playfully swatting at your cleavage as it bulges deliciously from your snug, low-cut, top.

"Jeesuz Naomi, I'm more than just a set of tits." You protest gamely, leaving both you and Naomi pausing for a moment before simultaneously bursting into laughter.

"Oh girl, oh damn, so good!"

"Right?" You giggle. "Ok, ok, go for it." You grin, clasping your hands behind your back and shoving your boobs out.

Naomi licks her lips and grabs your boobs. They tingle deliciously as she gives them a firm squeeze and pulls you in - planting a fresh peck on your cheek.

"Uhh..." You mutter, nipples stiff as you blush again.

"Come on girl," Naomi urges, wrapping her arm through yours and leading you on, "let's get ourselves to this fancy shindig and have some fun!"

With that, you and your roomie gaily traipse down the Vegas Strip, laughing, joking, and teasing both each other and passers-by as you head towards the convention centre hosting your destination - the outrageous Hard Core Sex Show.


***


The noise overwhelms you as you arrive at the infamous event. Music pumps out of speakers mounted either side of the wide archway leading from the busy street into the convention proper.

Sexy guys & girls strutted and posed, staff obviously, at the entrance - waving people towards the event and wrangling the lines of people buying tickets.

Naomi's hand crushes yours and she pulls you forward as you stare, agog, at the crowd.

Flesh presses against you as you're pulled through the crowd of people.

..A rough hand grips your ass as a toothy grin flashes at you.

..Two slim brunettes coo eagerly and dance their fingers across your bulging breasts.

..A short dark-skinned girl giggles as she tucks a rolled-up paper into your cleavage.

..Brushing against a tall blonde you feel her stiff nipples scrape metal across your side as she smirks at your startled expression.

And then you're at the entrance.

"Let us in bitchcakes!" Naomi blurts. slamming the tickets onto the counter in front of a suit-jacketed Japanese girl with dark shades.

The girl examines the tickets for a second, aims a scanner at the barcodes, and nods as it returns two affirmative beeps.

You're handed a lanyard, stamped on the back of the wrist, and given a goodie bag as you're ushered through the entrance and into the more-chill convention.

Blinking away the rock-show of the entrance you're startled by a smiling, buxom, blonde with glittering make-up and... oh damn! And long, slim, skewers in her very nice breasts.

"Want one?" She chirps, brandishing a fresh 6" skewer by the metal loop at its base. "They're an intense experience for you and a lover to share, or for you to let just anyone inflict on you - whatever your kink!"

"Uhhh..."

"Totally free! And, if you want one, you can have a second to stick in my titties. Free!" Grinning at you manically, she shows off an impressive collection of pearly whites as well as a ripe pair of tanned breasts, spotted with blood and already sporting several skewers, tucked into a green bikini top.

"Oh! Um, er..."

"Go on girl, do it!" Naomi urges, bumping her hip into yours.

"Uh, yeah! Do it!" You blurt, butterflies taking flight in your belly as you lean your chest, and your impressive breasts, toward the buxom blonde.

"YASSS!!!" The blonde cries, slapping your left tit hard enough to make your eyes water.

"Owww! The fu-"

"Trust me, I'm doing you and your big tits a favour." The blonde snarls, twisting your nipple and leaning in to take a big bite of your firm globe.

As you writhe and start to flail, you feel Naomi's hands on your wrists - her firm grip pulling your arms back and leaving you with your prized breasts in the hands of the blonde and her razor-sharp needles.

You groan in pain as the blonde bites into your tit, your breast thrusting out helplessly as her teeth clamp down, hard, and pain throbs through your great, juicy, breast.

"That's it girl, let her do it to you and your big titties..." Naomi whispers in your ear as she pins your arms back.

"GNnn! Ow, fuck! This hurrrts..." You moan, even as your juicy panties and rock-hard nipples betray you.

"Shush, you love it." Naomi chuckles. "Main event girl, stick those titties out for the crowd."

You swallow a nervous lump down to join the butterflies in your stomach and glance down. The needle in the blonde's hand, glinting tip pressed to the side of your aching left tit, sends the lump rocketing back up into your throat and it's all you can do to gasp in panicked protest as she thrusts.

You feel...

...the sharp pinch of the needle piercing your skin.

...the burning pain as the needle thrusts into your tender breast.

...Naomi's hands holding you as your body surges.

...your nipples, rock-hard and throbbing with need.

...the needle, piercing you and leaving a line of burning pain.

...your throat, straining as you cry out.

...a pinch, again, as the needle pierces through your full breast.

...the world, going white at the edges as you drag your gaze down to your breast.

*SMACK!*

You reel from a sudden blow to the face that strips the haze from your vision and leaves you staring at a crisp, clear, view of the red carpeted floor. You stumble, ready to fall, but Naomi's grip keeps you steady.

Righting yourself you blink at the smirking blonde beauty, then glance down at the throbbing pain in your right breast and gasp at the gleaming skewer thrusting through your firm breast.

"Unhhh..."

"That was hot." The blonde states. Then she brandishes another of the razor-tipped skewers. "Ready for another?" She purrs.

"Um, er, w-wai-"

"Because," she continues, shoving her own breasts forward and tugging her green bikini open to bare them, "I believe the deal was one for you and one for me."

You swallow, gaping at her breasts, and barely feel the skewer being pressed into your grip.

"You got this girl?" Naomi asks, giving you a nudge.

"I, um, er."

"Let me give you a hand."

Naomi's hand wraps around yours, guiding you to press the tip of the skewer to the curve of the blonde's left breast.

The blonde groans sexily, clenching her fists at her sides and blowing you a kiss as you ready to skewer her breast.

You bring your other hand up to cup her globe and, with a push from Naomi, thrust the tip of the skewer into the beauty's firm tit.

She gasps and your breast throbs deliciously around the skewer in your flesh as you slowly drive the metal toy through her breast.

"Oh babe... you good at this!" Naomi blurts.

You grin, locking eyes with the blonde and giving her your own smirk as you drive the skewer through her breast and, with a drop of blood, out the far side.

"OhhHHhhh..." The busty blonde shudders, twitching as she unclenches her fists to stare down at the metal shaft you impaled through her boob.

"What do you thi-"

The blonde rushes you, grabbing your face and mashing her lips to yours. Your eyes bulge and you taste her as she hungrily forces her tongue into your mouth and down your throat.

You flail momentarily, then grab her ass and, with a playful snarl, bite down on her thrusting tongue. She lurches in surprise then melts into you - grinding her tits into your full pair and putting on a sexy show for a cheering audience as you return her sudden advances.

Blushing at the audience you break off from the blonde and awkwardly stumble backwards. To your relief the blonde gives a wild whoop and strides forward confidently with her fists in the air and her breasts thrust out. She glances over her shoulder at you and blows you a kiss, then draws more of the metal skewers and turns back to the audience to continue her sales pitch.

"Oh wow Jen, that was a serious rockstar moment." Naomi blurts as she steps up to join you. "I never thought you, um..."

"Had it in me?" You ask, hissing in pain as you pull the skewer out of your throbbing tit.

"Yeah! I always figured you mostly had big, hard, dicks in you." Naomi grins.

"Hey!"

"What? Gonna deny you're a slut?"

Your blush says it all and Naomi laughs, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you deeper into the convention.


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"It's time for the PAIN BOX CHALLENGE!!" Howls the fit brunette presenter as she parades her bikini-clad figure around on stage while the eager audience whoops and whistles.

"What the heck?" You blurt as you eye what looks like adjustable mic-stands with glass-front metal boxes, looking like a bastardized gaming console, mounted on them.

"Yeah, yeah - this is a regular thing here. They get big-titty babes to stick their boobs in those torture boxes and the first to beg for mercy loses." Naomi explained. "Winner gets to keep the box!" She added, loudly, so you could hear her over the noise of the crowd.

"Oooh, I like winning things." You mutter, stroking your large breasts and feeling them tingle as the crowd around you hoots and cheers.

As you eye the stage a girl nearby thrusts her hand up and the presenter waves her onto the stage amidst the crowd's cheers and jeers.

You watch the buxom, tanned, blonde clamber up onto the stage and sneer arrogantly at the audience - thrusting her chest out to show the outline of the metal loops through her prominent nipples.

Feeling a low growl coming on you glance at Naomi and get an encouraging nod.

"Me!" You holler, punching your hand up high. "I can take her out!" You boldly declare, waving to get the presenter's attention over the hubbub of the crowd.

A blur of noise and motion later you find yourself climbing onto the stage, hands clutching your body and some of them even helping you up rather than grabbing your tits & ass.

"Oooh! A two-pack of blondes!" The toned presenter babe enthuses as she ogles you.

"Of big-titted blondes!" You shout, boldly thrusting your oversized breasts out for the presenter and the hungry eyes of the cheering crowd. As their roars wash over you, you blush but keep your chest presented for them to ogle.

Next to you on the stage, the other blonde competitor snarls at you.

You stick your tongue out at her.

"GAME TIME!!!" The presenter roars, stepping between the two of you before a fistfight breaks out. "And this means it's time for the second-best part of the show, right folks?" The presenter calls out to the crowd, cocking a hand to their ear to catch the affirmative cries. "Ladies, TITS OUT!!!"

With that the sneering blonde grabs her tits and makes a show of twisting her nipples as she grips her shirt and slowly, deliciously, pulls it up & off of her breasts then off entirely - tossing it to the stage at her feet as she thrusts her firm pair at the cheering crowd.

Grumbling, you mentally steel yourself then rock your hips like you're weaving a tray of drinks through a crowded room. Hips swaying you gyrate and twist, eyes closed as you focus on the moves you're familiar with from work and from rocking along with music in the privacy of your home. Biting your lip you arch your back, rolling your spine to undulate smoothly and keep your lush pair thrust out for the audience as you stroke your hands down your figure, tucking your fingers into the underside of your shirt and slowly peeling it up to reveal luscious underboob.

Continuing to strip an electric thrill courses up your spine as you pull your shirt up past your nipples, baring your tingling nubs then ripping your shirt off with a flourish and opening your eyes.

Your face flushes as the cheers and catcalls of the crowd pierce your focus and wash over you. Three rows back in the crowd, Naomi stares in amazed disbelief then whoops and applauds wildly.

Grinning you bounce to make your boobs jiggle, then glance over at the scowling blonde to your left.

Before you have a chance to fluster, the presenter has you by the arm and you find your breasts lined-up with the waiting Pain Box. Gulping you step up and thrust your tingling pair into the ominous device. To your left the snarling blonde has done the same.

"-eady? You bet these babes are!" The presenter howls.

Then you howl.

The pain hits your tits like lightning, ripping through them like razor-sharp fingers of fire.

The audience roars and cheers as your ripe tits crackle with electricity as they're tortured for the delight of the audience.

Framed inside the glass-walled boxes, and video-streamed to the internet as well as a giant display screen, your tits are the stars of the show as you howl in pain for what feels like an hour.

Then the whole world slams to a halt.

You gasp, throat aching and world spinning, as your tender breasts tingle and throb.

"-ing? N? Then MORE!"

The pain returns.

Familiar.

All-consuming.

Comforting, save that it is, literally, pain.

It dances across your breasts and you howl as the audience whoops!

Another voice joins you in chorus and the pair of you scream for the audience, treating them to your tits, your agony, and your primal sounds.

Your tits.

The pain makes everything a blur.

A voice.

You growl and snap at fingers.

The crowd roars with laughter.

More pain.

Your tits.

Oh god, your tits!

That voice again.

And another, babbling, high-pitched with need.

Hands on you. The strap at your back shifting.

Your tits ache as they scrape out of the box - every stitch of your gorgeous pair aching but still beautiful.

Stumbling, you feel arms on you and your feet scramble to keep up as you lurch across the stage drunkenly and feeling every shift of your big, pulsating, breasts.

A voice. Your arm is held up.

Cheering. For you? You smile.

An arm in your back thrusts you upright and helps you shove your big, bare, chest out.

More cheering. A thing. It's in your hands.

Fumbling. Clutching.

Stairs.

Arms.

Naomi's smile!

You moan, leaning into a familiar presence as Naomi leads you towards a seat and plunks you down.

"Bra-VO! Ohmygod, you won it!" Naomi gushes.

You drunkenly look and are surprised at the box held in your arms.

"Here, let's put it down while you catch your breath." Naomi urges, gently peeling you off of the box and placing it on the table.

You sit. Breathing. Chest heaving. Feeling every motion of your full breasts as they throb hotly.

"Babe. That was SO HOT. You screamed like a wild woman! And your tits, oh my god! Everybody was raving about your babies as they got zapped by that crazy box!" She glances at the box on the table and bites her lip. "Maybe... try it on me later? See if my nips get as hard as yours?"

A drink is pressed into your hand. Guided to your lips. Cool. Iced. Burns!

You cough and sputter as what tastes like Scotch is poured down your throat to fill your belly with rosy heat.

"Mmm... that good girl? I've had a few and WHOO-DIGGITY am I warmed-up for some fun! There's some fucking happening next door and I'm gonna get me some. Come join me once you find your feet!"

With that, Naomi skips away and you're left with your tits out and a drink in your hand.

Maybe it's the heat in your belly talking, but that doesn't seem to bad. Glancing down you realize your drink has been refilled.


***


A scant few minutes, and a third strong Scotch, later your feet find you. Struggling to remember which direction Naomi headed, you remember what she said and listen.

Smirking as you hear the rhythmic slapping of meat-on-meat you head for it.

Stepping around a dividing wall you stop in your tracks, glass tumbling from your nerveless fingers.

In front of you there is fucking.

In front of you there is Naomi.

In front of you there is a guillotine. Gleaming steel, ominous and gleaming, spatters of blood already decorate the otherwise pristine machine.

A half-dozen guys are gathered 'round the deadly guillotine and one of their number is fucking the girl strapped into it. Face-down, head through the lunette, Naomi is busy getting fucked.

"Naomi? Naomi!" You gasp, rushing through the cluster of guys to your spankalicious roomie.

"Unh! Unh! UNNNhhh!!" Naomi grunts, gripping the guillotine frame white-knuckle-tight as her ample ass is pounded. Grunting as each thrust slams her into the sturdy metal frame, Naomi takes it like a boss and grins as you kneel down to her face level.

"N-naomi?" You stammer, staring in disbelief at your roommate strapped into the deadly guillotine while a random event attendee hammers their cock into her from behind and clutches the remote-trigger for the 'tine blade in one sweaty hand. "A-are you?..."

"Takin' it face-down and ass-up? Fuck yeah I am!" Naomi grunts back, voice bordering on a snarl as she clutches the guillotine frame and tenses as her sweaty body rocks through another roiling orgasm.

"But... He has the remote babe." You mutter, gazing from your friend's sweaty, cum-addled, face to the small device in the guy's hand. "You're going to die."

"NNnghhh-t-t-taaake it biiiitch!!!" The guy hammering at Naomi's ass howls out as his furious jackhammering drives him past the brink and into orgasm. As he slams his toned body into Naomi's hindquarters, burying his pulsing cock deep into her sopping slit, he holds the remote up high in one hand and thumbs the button.

*beep*

"Oh fuuuu... yeah, I totally am!" Naomi exclaims, a wild, excited, look in her eyes as she scrabbles at the guillotine.

*beep*

"Oh damn Naomi, you're going to die!" You blurt, eyes huge.

*beep*

"Then get in here and feed me your fucking tongue you bimbo!" Naomi howls.

Without a word you dive at her, grabbing her face and mashing your lips against hers.

She moans hungrily and kisses you back, tongue thrusting and forcing itself into your mouth as her musky flavour hits you.

Giving your own moan at the raw lust of the moment, you kiss and suck at your roommate's face with wild abandon. She matches your energy and her tongue dances, roughly, across your own and against your teeth as you make out.

Then she shudders.

Then her enthusiasm wanes.

Then her tongue slows and her lips go slowly limp against yours as you continue pushing and forcing yourself against her face.

Then you realize, slowly at first, that you're holding her severed head in your hands as you make out with it.

Looking up you see her curvy ass and toned body shuddering and twitching in the 'tine, the guy with his cock buried in her ass laughing and high-fiving his friends as she, as her body, spasms and convulses on his dick.

As you look up at the cluster of horny guys one of them shoves Naomi's body off the guillotine and motions for you, barely even looking at you, to get up onto the guillotine as he fishes his thick cock out of his pants.

Naomi's head heavy in your hands, your nipples tingle as you consider consigning yourself to it. To being a nameless fuck, and kill, for this random stranger. To letting yourself be ended. All to get this guy one forgettable orgasm.

Your pussy clenches, moist and yearning.

Before you're able to rise, a dark-haired, possibly Japanese, girl brushes past with an excited squeal. Almost before you can blink her slender figure is in position. Her head is under the blade. And, that random guy is plowing his cock into her.

A hand grabs Naomi's severed head from you and, clutching it by her dark hair, heaves it into a nearby trash bin that has a "DISPOSE OF HEADS HERE" sign over it.

You watch the bin shudder as Naomi's head settles into it and you gulp as you wonder how many other girls' heads are in it.

Standing up you have hands on your breasts, groping and squeezing, and you gasp in surprise.

"These'll do." Grunts a voice and you gasp as strong hands grab you and pin your arms behind your back.

"Wh-what?!?"

"Yer tits. They'll be good for a demo." A gruff voice explains as two burly guys drag you into the back of a nearby product booth.

Mouth open to protest, your eyes lock onto a familiar, and terrifyingly arousing, sight.

Chest-height cutouts.

A blood-spattered sawblade.

Cuffs.

Another beauty, Chinese from the look of her, ass to you and chest strapped into position.

On the Wall.

The tit-slicing, boob-carving, Wall.

Right in front of you.

"C'mon ya daft bint, get yourself up there and lets get your nice titties mounted." The gruff voice commands, forcing you forward.

Your feet meet the step up onto the bloody wooden base of the Wall. It nicely keeps the blood off the carpet a slice of your mind realizes as the rest of your mind reels in shock.

Shoved up against The Wall your nipples slap into the bottom of the cutout, making you gasp as they tingle, then hands are guiding your large, tingling, breasts through and you hear a delighted whoop. Someone, on the far side of The Wall, has seen your tits and wants to see them carved off.

They don't know who you are.

They don't know anything about you.

You mean NOTHING to them.

Your tits? Your ripe, delicious, and throbbing-with-need tits? Your tits mean enough to them that they want to see them carved from you.

The press of wood against your chest is firm as you are snugged-up to The Wall, the great meaty globes of your breasts on full display, and the figure fumbles with restraints.

Do you say something?

Do you protest? Demand your freedom as a ticket-holding person?

You do not.

*click*

You gasp, knees week and cunt liquid as the restraints latch shut - a leather strap pulling you tight to The Wall and cuffs locking your wrists in place.

You're doomed. Your tits at least. Your prized beauties are on full display and the magic eyeball magnets that are your great big breasts are going to get you killed as they're carved off.

You... you love it.

Liquid enthusiasm dribbles down your inner thighs and you clutch your fists, whimpering in need as you writhe in your restraints.

"Slut."

You glance to the girl on your right. Her cheeky smile tells you you aren't alone in loving this... in being nothing... in your whole life being about forming and shaping your luscious breasts so you can show them off, here and now, to let them be claimed by any random stranger.

She's right, you're a slut.

You moan like one as fingers stroke your breasts and, on the far side of The Wall, a voice rolls through a saucy sales-patter to the delight of a cheering audience.

Straining at your cuffs, you reach yourself with two fingers and moist noises join your shuddering moans.

On the far side of The Wall, your nipples stiffen deliciously and your great, big, boobs jiggle mesmerizingly.

You shudder, hips writhing on the edge. Can it get any better?

Hands on your breasts tells you it can.

Groping, squeezing, kneading - your breasts are nothing but meat in the hands of strangers.

Your nipples are pinched and you gasp, a blossoming whiteness swelling in your moist cunt.

The sawblade kisses you as your orgasm begins.

Kisses your breasts.

You.

The only part of you anyone cares about.

You howl, equal parts pain and pleasure, as the orgasm rips through you as savagely as the blade tears through the meat of your gorgeously full breasts.

You barely hear the howling cheers of the crowd as you are claimed, your breasts harvested, nothing but meat - taken from your chest to land with meaty noises on a stage.

Mind reeling, your eyes roll back and everything goes white...

...

...

...

Shaking.

...

Rough hands.

A slap across the face and suddenly you can hear again.

"-nto the bin?" The gruff voice is asking. Not you, you don't matter. Asking someone else.

"Yeah, the one by the food court and step lively - they're running out of ground girlmeat."

You grunt as you're roughly tossed over a shoulder.

Blood trickles across your face and you struggle to glance at your aching chest, realizing that it is, in fact, barren of the two gorgeous breasts you were so proud of. They're gone and now you're bleeding out as you're hauled off, unceremoniously, to be nothing more than ground meat.

It is, you realize, perfect. 

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There we go. Thoughts? Comments?